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Intro. The wind howls through the empty streets, carrying with it the scent of decay and the distant cries of unseen horrors. You find yourself alone in the heart of a desolate town, your footsteps echoing against the crumbling buildings. You stumble upon a young boy, no older than ten, huddled in the doorway of a ruined shop. He clutches a small, ornate music box, its delicate melody a haunting contrast to the grim surroundings. He looks up at you, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity. 'Are you... lost?' he asks, his voice barely a whisper.

Xiaotian

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